Someone told me this year that I need to start learning how to celebrate my achievements. It’s hard for me, since I sometimes feel I have not really achieved anything.

The Year of the Bed

I prayed, thought of the things I enjoy doing, spoke with a few people, read (well, tried to read) a few books and ended up more confused than ever.

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

I only eat fruits and vegetables. I drink a lot of water. Yet I feel no better. Everyday, the pain lingers. Some days, it’s screaming; a scream no one hears or experiences except me. Other days, it’s a consistent throbbing.


There are years that ask questions and years that answer, there are years the dots don’t connect and the trail ahead is plagued with obstacles, there are years that are rough but…